Chapter 1568 - Reciprocity (1/2)

The burning white phosphorus ignited everything and left only the mournful wailing of the dead in the fire.

A total of eight clusters of white phosphorous munitions were fired down and turned the radius of a mile into scorched earth. The chiefs, warriors, men, women, old people, children, antelopes… and all traces of their existence were erased.

Manakala stood there, his eyes widened, and his two-meter-high body trembled along with his lips. Whether it was the prayer he recited in his mouth, or the plea he mumbled, or the fear he felt, it was so minuscule compared to the flame that burned everything.

The representative of Water Lizard, Tululu, sat next to Manakala. They maintained a good relationship. And the brawny black man in a leopard coat originally stared at Feng Yuan like a delicious prey, but now, that looked changed into the way someone looked at a devil…

It was the same reaction for the noble of the Steel Teeth who sat next to Tululu. He looked up as if he was worshipping a devil, and the previous contempt in his eyes was replaced by endless fear.

It was the same reaction shared by everyone. There was fear in their eyes, except for one person…

War Chief Duaman stood up abruptly and looked at Feng Yuan in anger. He snorted heavily, like an angry bull.

Morsi was one of the most powerful vassals of the Steel Teeth, and one of the hounds that guarded the northwestern territory. He could turn a blind eye to his guest fighting with his hound, but he could not tolerate his guest cutting the hound’s head off.

Except for the two holding the tray, the surrounding maids all backed away in horror. The soldiers that stood in the shadowy corner stared at Feng Yuan silently. They waited for the war chief’s order to pounce on him at any moment.

However, they did not hear the command from the war chief, Duaman simply stared at Feng Yuan.

He was waiting for an explanation.

However, Feng Yuan’s reaction was going to disappoint him. This time Feng Yuan didn’t look at the War Chief at all, instead, he just looked at the trembling Manakala and said emotionlessly.

“The Pan-Asia people talk about courtesy and respect. If you kneel down and drink that glass of wine, Morsi can keep the last of its blood.”

After Feng Yuan said this, he turned around and headed out with the interpreter behind him.

When Feng Yuan walked to the door, the War Chief was about to stop him. However, Manakala suddenly shouted, slapped away the wine glass in the tray, grabbed the knife on the table, and strode towards Feng Yuan.

“I’m going to kill you!!!”

After he witnessed the destruction of his tribe, the tragic death of his people, the flames of anger burned through every inch of his blood vessels. He was incapable of thinking at this moment as his own desire was to dig out the heart of this Asian man and place it on the withered totem to pay tribute to his people.

As Manakala saw Feng Yuan already made it to the door, he was about to grab Feng Yuan’s collar, but before his hand could reach it, there was a bang, and his skull shattered like a smashed watermelon.

The gunshot was from far away.

But the palace was silent.

The guard who stood behind the war chief stepped forward, raised his rifle, and aimed it at Feng Yuan’s back, but the War Chief shouted at him and pressed down the raised muzzle.